Some days have already passed since I saw Dominieck for the last time; to everyone's surprise that night had just passed in santa paz, peace that was well deserved for each of us after such chaos.
Even today, in the marked compas that he wears this day, I remember his slightly dull eyes while a smile delicately took the curvature of his mouth after saying goodbye, directing me immediately after Lyall's car.
He, attentive to my every move, followed me with a dull look and when my departure was imminent, he just raised his fingers while moving them in a zip zap, dedicating to me a simple gesture of farewell and there, as luck would have it, we left him in the company of Uncle Martín.
Our minds work in a way sometimes incomprehensible as that seeks to torment the most illogical, since strangely pass, battle it out to have my freedom and not have to anything close to Dominieck, to think constantly of him, and in that passionate kiss that gave me to devour my lips with so much desire.
Innocently, I finally came to regret that all my problems up to that moment would come to an end, I thought that literally those would end just by getting away from that man, but no, since then everything has gone from bad to worse.
In the course of that time, things have been happening that I can cite as frightening situations that, although they could happen as simple paranoia of mine, are still disturbing.
Some events such as the appearance of shadows that ply around me at night once I find myself outside alone or accompanied by to mention some...
Something that worries me too much are those disturbing eyes that observe me from the darkness in the middle of the trees and that I can clearly notice, oh failing those howls that from inside the forest are usually heard after the appearance of the moon above the skies, they can end up making the hair stand on end even the bravest person.
Now, as usual, since what happened in the restaurant I find myself distracted by a surprise nothing singular in me, very immersed in my thoughts, swimming in the sea of endless ideas that attack me while I observe the outside accommodated in the back seat of the taxi in which I find myself.
Therefore and it is not surprising at that moment I am so overwhelmed within my own consciousness that I do not even realize that the car had finally stopped, which I discovered once after Lina intervened, if not and eh to be honest about it I would probably still find myself in the clouds as if nothing were happening.
"Land to Emma. "
Lina pronounces for the first time after we took that road in total silence, while she snaps her fingers in front of my face trying to make me react.
"I'm sorry I'm stuck in the clouds. "
"I noticed, distracted girl" which sarcastic laughter reflection Lina emanated from her being once heard me, because without a doubt in the time we have been treating each other she has had to learn to know some of my singularities and precisely my ability to remain attentive to nothing is one of them
"We have already arrived Lina. "
"According to the driver, yes, we have arrived," Lina honestly emphasizes, because neither of us had ever headed to such a location, such a destination was completely new to discover.
Unlike the other days, today Lina and I are not at the restaurant, but we have left for the outskirts of the city to Uncle Martin's country house, thanks to the fact that a couple of days ago he extended an invitation to surprise Aunt Susan who will arrive in Belcier in a few hours.
The uncle more than anything asked us for help to organize everything in order to give the aforementioned a well-deserved welcome, thanks to the family closeness and trust that this one has already placed in us.
It was then that thanks to this that from the early hours of the morning Lina and I set out to prepare our bags to spend a weekend with them in that house and thus enjoy the fresh air next to the silence of nature.
Unlike other days, a strange thing to say, Lyall was not with us because curiously that one has not appeared for a while.
If I'm going to be specific, since the day before last night when Uncle Martín extended the invitation to us, once we were in Vinchenzo, such a man disappeared as if by magic, he disappeared without saying anything, even Lina and I have had the impression that the earth behind his great and colossal jaws had perhaps devoured him without leaving any trace of his person.
Even so, despite our concern for him, we decided to leave assuming of course that Lyall would probably surely meet with Dominieck, therefore, we found ourselves merely at each other's disposal, support was our only defense and gallantry our greatest weapon in that totally new place.
The time has finally come and after fixing my attention on the countenance that makes up the exterior, I duly dedicate myself to scrutinizing that image that is formed before me not very well arrived.
At the entrance, as if in a shell, a huge gold-colored gate rises before us once we leave that taxi; curiously, the gates remain wide open, obviously inviting us to enter, while in the background a huge farmhouse painted white with large windows and details painted in the same tone on them like no other.
"Someone here kind of likes the extravagant" recites Lina after the surprise taking her once she dazzles such a scene while leaving her eyes completely open. "
"I thought you had already noticed, in Lombardi extravagance is the first thing, such a concept you can contemplate in the details that shine in the Great Atlantean, although usually the one who should be ostentatious first of all is the woman, but in the world there are no people more out of the ordinary like Aunt Susan and Uncle Martin, their roles in that sense are completely reversed. "
My guided words in the face of mischief and foolishness itself made it imminent that a halo of jocularity dominated us, just by looking at our faces that explosion of emotions dominated us, making us relax on the spot after having been experiencing some nervousness since the early hours of the morning.
With suitcases in hand once Lina and I calmed down we started walking along the completely marked path that is reflected from the outside entrance where we were and that leads to the entrance of that house.
On our way a wide garden from right to left shines before its beauty flowers of diverse beauty and penetrating aromas are visible and / or perceptible after our walk, while perfectly divided in half is on that road.
"Undoubtedly, this garden has the perfect touch of Aunt Susan's hands" I deduce from my own intuition when observing him.
Lina hesitated to listen to me, the image of denial was drawn on her face because first of all she assumed that such a feat was first of all part of some work carried out by the hands of some famous gardener.
"I don't think so, although whatever you say I doubt it... i doubt that a wealthy woman can do this, it is impossible for her to become capable of getting her hands dirty to carry out such tasks even more and we assume that she is not at all experienced in the subject, it would be amazing if she achieved such an image. "
First of all, Lina's intention was not to judge her by her economic position at all, but rather the admiration that stood out about her was remarkable; now, if Lina was experiencing such emotions after I issued such vague words, I don't want to think about the crazy amount of time it would take her to control herself once she and her aunt met.
"Well, I estimate that this is the case and that probably his hands are the creators of such a canvas, even so, you know that you are allowed to have the benefit of the doubt, freedom of expression is part of us. "
For a second I was silent after a subtle memory crossed my mind and after thinking about it a little while struggling on whether to bring it out or not, I stressed.
"I don't know where her love for flowers and for spaces so striking comes from, but when I was a child I got to be at her house a couple of times when the uncles still lived in Venice... "
I said while I saw that memory as if it were in the present tense while I fixed my gaze forward fixed on the road, that image was planted in my mind in all shape and color as I continued to say.
"I remember that they used to live next to a canal near a famous cafe in the area "Tazza di porcellana" that if I remember correctly was its name, both the house and the establishment were one in front of the other and to get to them respectively you had to cross a suspended bridge, where under this used to travel a lot the gondolas constantly so the songs of the gondoliers could be heard and flooded the alleys. "
The joy after imagining such moments manifested itself on my face since going to that house was an enormous joy for me and without being able to help it I let a marked smile form on my mouth, taking my face from time to time taken by pure joy in the direction of Lina I continued my narration.
"The house was on three levels, from the outside it seemed to be tiny, but the truth was quite misleading, it was much more spacious than it seemed; the roof was completely open and just on that third level where the roof was the aunt formed a beautiful minimalist garden; in it she planted as many aromatic flowers as she could find to cover a little of the canals and thus be able to enjoy the outside. "